Imagine your 5 year child, without the doubt out of his heart Where world wars were still existent; and every mountain's to big
That sky was unique, my last birthdays residence
And even then, I made new evidence
because positive thoughts are actual thing
Way after gangster stuff had us packing bags
I'd learn Breakdance before idol performance
Way after you got that bling shit
Way after I ate the farm grown
got crap too many times, back outside Kurrajong slums
I broke out our VHS, envision long evening
Day after night, I'd run it out, reciting my lines
working and trying what we imagined, outside of the mind
copped a piece off ya dad Shabadoo he had it for em
To ruin the town, If we ever worked it in California
but then that moment rose, my momma said im going
hopped on that jumbo jet, we flew across an ocean, say
Oh man, Im want to survive to the midnight
too keep moving through hell to a dim hope
And at the people, I state when we're humming some blues
If you're coming at me, Then I'm coming at you.
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